You know, I stop sometimes
at an unknown town
and every market place and
every street,
the parking lots, the
concrete ramps sloping down,
the face of every stranger I
chance to meet,
the sudden lunge of a voice
by a window,
the rising noise of an
approaching bus,
its windshield gleaming,
mirror worked leaf shadows –
they are all you, all of it's about us.
The lampposts blink in the
dark – power’s out,
the stars too blink and gulp
in unison,
a blind busker tap-taps to
the roundabout.
And even though I’m far from
the river mouth,
I’m still with you, and
still with our horizons,
however far east or west,
north or south.
As in most other years, I'm doing my own version of love poems to
mark the month, though I'm not a big believer in V-day. But I'm perfectly
fine with anyone celebrating V-day, love and let love is the general policy
around here. And who wants to argue about getting more chocolate, right? It's all good, whichever way it's celebrated. Love can run deep in an aquifer, or it can be a gushing hot spring, or a steady-serene, glassy surfaced lake. If you want to splash out, splash out, and if you want to be free, be free.
Happy Valentine's.
To paraphrase another great -
there are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the beloved. Just keep the knees
flexible.
Happy Valentine's.
Love should be every day.
ReplyDeleteNo question about that!
Deleteand no matter where you are, there's a reminder.
ReplyDeleteYup, always.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteHow I long for flexible knees again! finding the Love in the dark reaches and distant beaches is a might find thing. YAM xx
Those knees are metaphorical - kneeless or kneeful, there are still a thousand ways..
DeleteIn my supple as a brick state I echo Yam.
ReplyDeleteAnd strive to love each and every day.
I know a thing or two about concrete knees too! :)
DeleteThat was a lovely and affectionate poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteLoved the analogy of water to describe different kinds of love.
ReplyDeleteLove takes the shape of the container :) ...glad you liked the analogy, thanks.
DeleteI thought of my aching knees too. How I miss the body that took no thought. But love is forever, aching knees or not. and for that I am grateful.
ReplyDelete'Body that took no thought' - I wish too! But love, and the mind, age from the outside in.
DeleteThere are some people who seem to be part of every memory and every experience. They're not always good people, and the fact that they are indeed part of everything is not always a good thing.
ReplyDeleteI noticed a long time ago, that whenever you'd had a break-up, or a bout of unrequited love, or anything else unpleasant that involved love, every song you hear reminds you of that other person. Sad song? Yeah, that's how I feel. Happy song? That's how we used to be! Even when you were never really with that other person, a sad song fits your emotions and a happy song is what could have been if you'd ever gotten together... It can be pretty pathetic!
Oh it can be brutal if you're trying to get over a breakup. Especially if everything else remains the same - the environment, the social circle, there's no escape route to get to the place where you can move on. There is no reasoning that can be applied, whether the person was good or bad or if there are 'other fish' or not. You ache for one particular fish and that fish only, full stop.
DeleteWould you say age helps to get some perspective?
Yes, it has in my case. But you bring up a great point about having an escape route. I once did a post about my own fool-proof recipe for getting over someone: https://silverfoxlair.blogspot.com/2011/11/advice-to-lovelorn-theme-thursday.html
DeleteJust been over. Good advice! :)
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